Hooking Up With My Dad's Best Friend

“You’re going to take it all,” he says. “Both the toy and my cock. Every hole filled, just for me.”

I was already soaking wet, but now it’s practically dripping down my thighs. Bryce strokes his fingers across my pussy as he guides me onto the dildo. “I love how fucking wet you are for me. Have you always been this wet for me?”

“Yes,” I say, because it’s the truth. As soon as I learned about what it meant to be aroused, I was around him. Every friendly smile or hug would make me ache and drip. I tried to shut that part of me off and ignore it, but he always broke back in.

He fits the other piece of the toy against my ass, and I let him press it in. Bryce crouches in front of me, taking my mouth in a searing kiss. “Take them.” His hands are on my shoulders, and he eases me back, and I relax, taking the toy deeper, letting the lube do the work. God, it’s bigger than I remembered. It makes me so full. Back and back and back I move, and still he keeps guiding me.

When my ass meets the wall the dildos are so far inside me that I can’t think. Can’t breathe. I’m stuffed full of them, and it feels amazing. I squeeze down on the toy, and shudder. This isn’t how it felt the first time I used it.

Bryce’s hand is in my hair again as he stands, gripping just hard enough to pull a little on my scalp. I love it.

He holds my head still, bringing himself closer until the tip of his cock is touching my lips. I’m overwhelmed, his hard heat so close. Everything about this has me in awe, and I still can’t even believe that it’s real.

“Open,” he says, voice rough and dark.

I do, allowing him to slide in in one long stroke. He said I would take all of him, and he doesn’t leave any room for disobedience. His hand in my hair angles my head so that he can slip into my throat, and he doesn’t stop until his stomach grazes my lips and his balls are pressed against my chin.

Every part of me is full, and I’ve never felt anything like it. My mind is blank with pleasure and helpless acceptance. Yes. Please. More. This is what I want.

Bryce groans, the hand in my hair softening to stroke down my face. “You are so beautiful, Katti,” he says. “And seeing you with all three holes stuffed is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Fuck, I love seeing your lips stretched around my cock.”

He keeps holding me still as he pulls back, the dragging sensation of him on my tongue is mesmerizing, and then he pushes in again. All the way. And again. Long, deep thrusts that fill me to the brim and stretch my mouth. I glance up at his face to see pure rapture on it.

“Fuck yourself,” he says roughly, tightening his fingers in my hair. “That toy isn’t for show.”

It takes all my focus to move my body while he drives into my mouth, but I do. Sharp pleasure blooms when I move back onto the dildos again, blinding me. Instinct takes over, my body seeking that pleasure at the same time that pleasure is being taken from me.

“Make yourself come,” he says, holding me still on his cock, nose pressed into his skin. “For me. So I can pour myself down your throat while you moan around my cock.”

No one I’ve ever slept with has spoken to me this way, with such dirty words and blunt commands. A gush of wetness floods me, and I can fuck myself that much faster on the dildos. They’re big—larger than the toys I usually use—and hitting spots deep inside that are sending up flares and bursts of need, growing ever stronger.

Bryce releases me, and I heave in a breath, not stopping my thrusts against the wall. Leaning forward quickly, he reaches under me and finds my clit, stroking it, driving my pleasure upwards toward the edge before pulling away again. He gives me a cocky half smile, as he pushes himself back between my lips. “I can’t make it too easy for you.”

It’s not easy. Pleasure is warring within me, fighting to get out and continually out of reach. And I’m distracted by the sensation of Bryce’s cock in my mouth, plunging into my throat. Both his hands are now buried in my hair as he drives himself in to the hilt, fucking my mouth freely. The motion of his hips drives me back further onto the toy, and I give in to the sensation. I’m helpless and stuffed and completely controlled by him.

Heat spirals down my spine and pleasure blooms in a deep, shuddering orgasm that makes me moan. It’s like a low earthquake—beneath the surface and shaking me to the foundations, showing me a kind pleasure that I’ve never felt before. Far-reaching. Expansive. Impossible.